Then Danvers turned wearily, eagerly, like a man famished and athirst, to the woman who meant peace and rest and inspiration.
She stood in the dim light, clinging to her brother's arm, while the doctor waited beside the carriage.
Charlie reached out a trembling hand and looked into Philip's face. Then he bent and kissed his sister, and gently withdrawing his arm, gave her to Danvers. The doctor hurried the sick man into the carriage, and it drove into the night.
The lovers clung together like tired, frightened children, and walked silently.
"It is all over," said Winifred, at last.
"No, dear one; it is just begun!"
Trails Through Western Woods
By HELEN FITZGERALD SANDERS